Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Run them through Dungloe.
They're Mick pricks.
I missed you, bro.
Niners? Mayans? Who?
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
It's bullshit.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
...and drive back to Nazi town.
Heh. Miracle drug.
Come on, Clay.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
Tell me you killed my wife.
I never had the nerve To love you
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
I'm glad he's doing good.
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
Oh.
How was the walkabout?
Holy shit.
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
- He was brown. Right.
What do you think, gentlemen?
I'm right here, baby.
You have no idea.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
...or we find you and we do this again.
Realization There's no easy way to be free
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
Expensive car.
We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
Right as rain is.
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
No! No! No!
Getting it done.